When Did I Grow Up?

I know some of you might laugh at that statement and contend that I have not yet grown up, but for the most part, I have. just hear me out.

I don't know when I became an adult, really. Was it when I turned 18? When I came to college and watched my family drive away for the last time after moving me in to Sandoz? Was it the first time I moved out of the dorms? When I graduated from college? I really don't know.

I do know that I am, for the most part, financially independent now. I have been for a long time. And even in college, it wasn't as though I had an allowance like some of my friends still do. I never worked less than two jobs while in college (I still have two, even now) and for the majority of the time, I actually had three. If I was ever in a jam and needed gas money or whatever, Mom and Grandma and Grandpa were quick to help me out and for that I will always be grateful. I am happy to say that unlike some of my acquaintances, I have never had to donate blood or plasma or anything involving needles or medical tests. Yuck.

But still, as I was driving to Park this morning, it hit me that I really am an adult. I don't act like it at OD all the time, if ever, actually, because I can not take that job seriously. But I am a grown up. Sort of. Except for the four nights last week that Shelly and I went out and partied a little too hard. Yes, on a school night even. It was just fun to hang out regardless of what I had to do the next day, and it wasn't as though we were out until 4 am. I was still home and asleep by one, the time I usually end up falling asleep anyway.

I don't really know where this is going, but I do know I miss the years where I could be young and stupid seven nights a week. Those were the days.

In other news...

TAX REBATE. Wasn't expecting that much, yay.

Apartment hunting still. Will probably move, but I decided I didn't want that one I talked about previously. Something in my gut just told me to not take it, so I didn't. I learned a long time ago to never go against my gut instinct. Like, my senior year when Teetz and I signed up to live in Husker Courtyards; we both paid our deposits and everything and it just didn't feel right to me and something was just WRONG, so I changed my housing and lost the money but at least I also convinced Teetz to move back into Pound with me. He lost his deposit too, but at least we had another good year living together.

That just made me miss Teetz even more, and I didn't know that was possible.

I'm getting screwed over by the government in terms of loans and shit for grad school. Apparently I borrowed the max for undergrad on some loan so I have to get some other loan and whatever. Stupid money.

Celtics won tonight. It's weird cheering for them. I guess I'm not cheering for them so much as I am for KG. Very very very close behind Michael Jordan, perhaps, and likely, even tied with MJ, Kevin Garnett is my favorite basketball player, hands down. I was sad to see him leave the Wolves, but getting a championship is important to him and he deserves to be playing on a team that stands a chance of winning one. I still like the Wolves, but KG is what made the games so much fun. Even after all this time in the league, he still plays with the same intensity now that he did fresh out of high school. I love it. And we would have such beautiful caramel colored babies.

Karaoke tomorrow night! Shelly and I will be singing our signature "Hey Ya!" and a slew of other hits as well. I'll post some video of last week soon,